The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you fo' real and you ain't Universal whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, snatch your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop But I got enough to make my own top ten
You limited like the of traffic You my style off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar rhymes is of your choruses Of it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and Ain't it about time for some emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a hunt you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all peace To say the least, with a history It no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people don't see that, all they hear is stop me, huh Stop me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does to me Does it matter to you? My If it does, you what the hell to do Throw guns in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these ass rappers know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, let's hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty send a message back to all 'em sellouts House rapper, your bottom done fell out You even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' about you But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right Even St. Louis don't you